One day I’m God’s poet
The next I’m too disgusted to look at my own words
I’m getting tired of this.
I know there’s something worth reading
Some truth
Or maybe at the very least
A peak into Insanity.
Whatever…
I don’t care
There’s probably nothing there
Like always
But I guess I’ll leave behind
This pile of garbage
Instead of throwing it all away
Because even if my reflection makes me vomit
At this moment
At least a part of me
(Probably the retarded part)
Thinks there’s something worth saving
♡Sugar☆World☮ 